My Hoarding Confession

When my friend used to call me a hoarder because of my stash of furniture, I'd just laugh.  I knew I wasn't a hoarder because I bought that furniture to paint and sell ... I had no problem letting go of it.

 

And while getting ready to put the house on the market I've made about a gazillion trips to Goodwill with clothes, household items, basically a ton of things that we don't use and don't need.  What kind of hoarder does that?

 

But then came the time to go through my shoes ...

 

 

 

 

I have shoes in two closets, plus in bins in the basement.  Winter shoes and spring/summer shoes.  I switch them out seasonally.

 

Now the reality is at this stage in my life, because I don't really work much outside of the house anymore other than occasionally having to go to a meeting and working at the vendor mall where I have Mr. P's, I only wear about a handful of my shoes regularly.

 

But when I started sorting through the shoes to give them to Goodwill, something snapped.

 

 

 

 

I just might need those 15 pairs of high heel pumps in a variety of colors in case I ever go back to work full time.  And those 12 pairs of dressy shoes?  Who knows when I'll be going to a black tie event?

 

Those silver flats are actually quite versatile.  And you never know when a pair of turquoise wedges are going to come in handy!

 

 

 

Then I started finding doubles of things.  Like two pairs of new knee high black boots because I forgot I bought the first pair.  Which I didn't actually need because I already had a pair of knee high black boots.  Actually a few pairs. Flat ones and ones with heels. I just really like boots.

 

So I mustered up my strength and gave a couple pairs of the boots to Goodwill.  It wasn't easy, but I did it. 

 

Whew!

 

But that leaves a lot of shoes I still need to go through and weed out.  I'm actually afraid to count them!

 

 

 

 

And it's really hard for me.

 

So I admit it.  I'm Deborah and I'm a shoe hoarder.  There, I said it! 

 

Now I just have to force myself to go through them and give a bunch to Goodwill. 

 

I'll do it.

 

(But you never know when you might need a pair of sequined black sandals ...)